Of course, this was not deliberately left behind. He was not that stupid, but during the battle, that generation of Holy Sons of Fluctuating Light was severely injured and failed to escape from this secret realm, and finally perished here.
And the news that he was carrying dragon-marked black gold was also spread. This is why so many people come to the secret realm of the galaxy.
After all, it is a material exclusive to the ancient emperor, and everyone who thinks he has the qualifications of the emperor will want to get it.
"Everyone, this thing is a treasure left by my ancestors from the Yaoguang Holy Land. Please give me the Yaoguang Holy Land a face." The Holy Son of Yaoguang said in a gentle and elegant manner. To the outside world, I don't know how many female cultivators are attracted to it, but
The people in front of me are all a bunch of rough guys, and gentleness and elegance are of no use in front of them.
"Is it worthy of the Shaking Light Holy Land?" The Golden Winged Peng King said disdainfully.
"I want to order this black gold with dragon pattern!" said the golden-winged Xiaopeng King with a rebellious look.
"If you don't accept it, let's fight!" The Golden Winged Peng King held a black spurge, which was as heavy as a mountain. The void was about to collapse. It was as black as ink, swallowing up people's minds like a black hole.
This world is not the other world. It is not Kunpeng’s weapon in the perfect world.
This is an ordinary powerful magic weapon called the Great Wilderness Halberd. It was made by the Old Peng King in the wilderness. He has followed him all his life. It is the most prestigious weapon held by the Holy Lord-level figures of the Eastern Wasteland.
A vicious weapon.
As soon as the black Great Wild Halberd was born, it was like an ancient evil spirit seeing the light of day again, and the smell of blood was overwhelming, like endless creatures struggling and wailing.
This is the roar of the heroic spirits that have been slaughtered by the Great Wild Halberd. The peerless murderous aura rushes out, like the emergence of the Eight Wild Dragons, which can twist the heaven and the earth and split the sky with its roar. This black vicious halberd has boundless killing intent, making everyone feel sad.
Trembling with fear. It can be said that this is an extremely cruel and domineering magic weapon!
"That makes sense," Xia Yiming, the prince of Daxia, no longer looks like a good guy. The nine dragon auras behind him are ready to go out, and the extremely sharp aura sweeps across. Once the imperial dragon aura comes out, who can compete with him?
!
The golden-winged Xiaopeng King directly danced Fang Tian's painted halberd, domineering and awe-inspiring, like the god of war coming to the world, his eyes were like lightning, flying around as black as ink, and the sharp blade of the halberd was breathtaking.
The horizontal halberd stood up immediately, and Fang Tian painted the halberd on the ground, shaking the world, especially the blade of the halberd flashing like the light of heaven, flashing with traces of blood, shocking people's hearts and minds, shocking everyone present, and all changed their colors.
The world was filled with a murderous atmosphere for a moment.
Everyone was staring at the black gold dragon pattern in the center, and the atmosphere suddenly became extremely solemn.
"Let's fight!" The Golden-winged Xiaopeng King directly ignited the battle, waving the Tianhuang Halberd and hitting the Holy Son of Light,
This blow also completely triggered the fight!
Yao Yuekong faced off against Jin Chixiao. One of them was like the reincarnation of a demon god, and the other was like an indestructible vajra. Their fists hit the flesh, and they fought to the point of madness.
"One hundred and eight thousand swords!"
The Golden-winged Xiaopeng King showed off a unique skill when he came up. His whole body was filled with golden light, blooming with dazzling brilliance, and thousands of terrifying golden sword lights shot out.
The murderous aura soared into the clouds, causing the heaven and earth to tremble. The infinite holy swords were slashed out together, cutting into pieces the void. The pillars of heaven and earth seemed to have collapsed, and they were devastated.
"boom!"
No more, no less, a total of one hundred and eight thousand holy swords, each one hundred feet long, standing in the sky, and then slashed down.
This is no longer a sword light, it has turned into a sea of holy swords. The golden terrifying storm submerged everything, sweeping forward and destroying all obstacles.
"Hunyuan Holy Light Technique!"
The Holy Son of Fluttering Light was not to be outdone, and used the Hunyuan Holy Light Technique. The light wheels turned into indestructible Holy Light Shields to protect him. A hundred and eighty thousand swords hit the Holy Light Shield, making a clanging sound.
The sound, unfortunately, was not broken.
Seeing that his unique skill failed to defeat the Hunyuan Holy Light Technique of Holy Son Yaoguang, the Golden Winged Peng King directly wielded the Tianhuang Halberd and slashed at Holy Son Yaoguang.
The formations in the palace flickered with the murderous intent of the Great Wild Halberd, preventing the palace from being destroyed.
The Tianhuang Halberd, like a true black dragon controlled by a divine roc, penetrates the world and kills everything.
If an ordinary young master comes up, one blow will turn him into blood mud.
But facing the Holy Son of Yaoguang, to put it bluntly, if the Holy Son of Yaoguang showed his true fighting power, he might be able to kill the Golden-winged Little Peng King in less than ten moves.
Once the Flying Immortal Technique comes out, who in the world can stop it, who can rival it.
It's a pity that the Holy Son of Light is too stubborn. If he exposes his identity as a ruthless successor from the beginning, he will be the enemy of the whole world and grow up in blood and fire.
There's no telling if there's even the slightest chance of escaping from the influence of ruthless people.
On the other side, Demon Moon Sky's demonic aura soared into the sky. As a heavenly demon body that could fight against the Holy Body, if it had not suffered a disaster before it was born and was inherently deficient, Jin Chixiao would not be able to compare with it.
However, it also reflects the extraordinary side of Jin Chixiao. He possesses part of the bloodline of the ancient Golden Clan, and his golden divine power is as powerful as the ancient holy body. He is like a god of war fighting against Yao Yuekong.
The divine power is so powerful that it shatters the sky. The formations in the hall automatically operate. Little bits of starlight gather and blend into the hall, consolidating and stabilizing the space.
Yao Xi, the Saint of Fluttering Light, also started a battle with Xia Yiming. After all, what was in front of her was not an ordinary item, but black gold with dragon patterns. Even the emperor had to be tempted. Moreover, Yao Xi was not a vase, and this battle was not easy.
Very intense.
The imperial dragon energy turned into a divine sword, which was indestructible. Even the light wheel cast by the Hunyuan Holy Light Technique was no match for him. The dragon walked like a tiger, just like a true emperor.
"It looks so lively!" Ji Hao just arrived and said.
I was a little confused at first as to why so many people rushed to the location of opportunity before me, but after thinking about it again, I understood: "As expected of a noble family, there is probably not much they don't know in this land of Eastern Wasteland!"
The most eye-catching thing is the battle between the Golden Winged Peng King and the Yaoguang Holy Son. The Golden Winged Peng King will definitely go all out in this battle, even if it costs his life.
The Holy Son of Fluttering Light had no choice but to show stronger combat power. After all, he could not give up this piece of dragon-marked black gold.
It's really helpless for an old cunt to meet a reckless man.
"Boom!"
In the three battlefields, mysterious magical powers collided continuously, making clanging sounds, sparks shooting out, and shattering the clouds in the sky.
Ji Hao found a place to sit down casually, watched the battle between a few people, and commented: "Oh, it's just a little bit close... I'm going to touch my vaginal feet... It's so scary,
Ouch, don’t be scrupulous...Yes, a real man is a man who punches to the point of death."
"Alas, Holy Son of Light, this old scumbag, has trouble dealing with a little bird," Ji Hao did not lower his voice. Everyone present was a monk, and that one didn't have ears for all directions and eyes for six directions.
After hearing Ji Hao's words, #s appeared on my head,
"Fellow Taoists, look at what I'm doing. Keep going, click, click!" Ji Hao said while cracking melon seeds.
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